CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN

Bree knew that Ryder had gone through a lot growing up, hrll she knew he had had it tough growing up and has dealt with his fair share of traumatic experience, but abuse at ten?

That was a lot to digest.

It must have been so difficult for him, a different kind of hell even to loose the one person that genuinely loved him and have the other person who was supposed to love him now resort to abusing and molesting him instead.

She couldn't stop the tears that rolled down the sides of her face as she listened to him tell it in that voice of his that couldn't choose between indifference, anger and pain.

She could imagine him, so innocent, so small, so hurt and yet do afraid of the monster he calls father.

No wonder his father snd hers had gotten so along together and had even made it as close friends.

They were both bad pedophilic men, cut from the same nasty cloth.

".......and just when I thought it couldn't get worse, he started bringing his friends over."

Her breath caught in her throat s